I am concerned. Every time I more often feel uncomfortable at not seeing me as part of certain collective enthusiasm, not to join the general euphoria with regard to the renewed national independent scene. And it is disheartening that a festival passes, group by group, day after day, with virtually none of them managed to make moving a facial muscle. When at the end of the day, you find that what you're having is with better battery DJs popping hits, you no longer have any doubt that something is wrong. At least for you. Or you. could be because the general balance of this year's Contempopranea closely resembles the game of Real Madrid. That is, we talk about efficiency, glued, quality, solvency, but no spark, emotions, passions ... Never surprise. The leaders of the generation now lack excels above all a sense of humor, but also a hint of cynicism and high doses of whatever the truth, and their extra kilos of various arrogance, attitude seriously misunderstood and leaden.
These factors transformed many of the concerts in tedious experience, where the songs are franchise diluted among the rest of a repertoire that if something is outstanding for its flatness, the absence of edges and total ostracism which is subjected cornerstone of pop: the freshness.
bad thing is that when we are not overwhelmed with too much solemnity, which is to take directly seem stupid. It happens with another sector of bands who wanted to be innovative, important, historical, but, being aware of its limitations, tried to storm the mainstream circuit with questionable results. Pop massive consumption (no objection, of course) packed and labeled as indie (there itself, which misleads another), a term that long ago, it began to be annoyed by their misuse.
Names? Take a look at the poster this year, but pulled out of that group about honest Hi Everybody , Anni B. Sweet and Underwater Tea Party , the wreckers Delorean and eternal Tachenko , and some planets that, by vague and lacking in tension, may be included within the overrated litter campaign for our scenarios false championing this kind of musical creative revolution.
Anyway, returning to what he said at the beginning, I feel weird because people seem to like it, and then think maybe I be smug. At the end of the day, say a million English can not be wrong. And that's where I return again to the loop. Is that I'm not sure if these groups (I put them all in the same boat) are simply commercial or simply bad. As we know, is not necessarily the same.
Planets, on the other hand, risked a lot with a set in that time focused on media and was built around his two latest works, combining the findings lucky "Lady of the heights" or "I do not look out of the gate" with other historical titles, but not too exploited in their live, "King Shadow" or "The Madrid artist," although they missed "Romance de Juan de Osuna" and "I do not know how dare you", two tracks (singles to make matters worse) more Lucky discography of Granada. Brave decision, however, a band that can boast of enjoying some fans who were able to assess and understand the turning point of "The Legend of space" and then "Next Month", but that was a disaster in purely musical terms because of the dominant rhythmic mess from the minute one of her concert. As for the attitude of J, absent left desnortado and does not deserve more obvious comment. There are good signs for a team that reached the fullness in his 2007 tour, a tour that dripping blood, work, commitment and desire to please. Quite the contrary on Saturday, with the autopilot on and boycotting the natural chemistry between Granada and the public in Albuquerque.
- Maga is the Barrio del indie.
- The Red Room, Ketama.
- YJ is Magico Gonzalez ... PD
Ah! I forgot ... The English soccer team is officially pop. The Planets have devoted putting images of historical parties (including Spain, Malta) as a background for "A Good Day" so you know, all you ever wanted to go to a festival with red elastic and did not dare because they can, that is no longer frowned upon.
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